Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
My son’s eight-month old English Bulldog likes to rest on my lap. He's built like a tank and appropriately named Panzer. He’ll plop his weight down like he's just come inside after tending a 200 acre farm and let out a deep sigh. His eyes will be heavy and his little tongue will stick out... Continue Reading →
Two boys grow up on the same street. They have a wonderful childhood. They love to play kickball, hide-and-seek, and ride their bikes. They put baseball cards on the spokes of their bikes to make a motorcycle-like rat-a-tat engine sound. They both have strict instructions. They can stay out and play with friends. When mom... Continue Reading →
Merry Christmas! "And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn."--Luke 2:7 --"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have... Continue Reading →
When my three kids were young, Christmas Morning was about all the normal things: Santa Claus and his reindeer; presents under the tree; and ripping the wrapping paper and playing with all their new toys. As a parent we tried to teach them about giving and sharing. We worried about them getting the true meaning... Continue Reading →
(I first ran this story in 2017. My babies are grown now. But, I've never stopped worrying about them.) Last week when I was rifling through a box in our basement, I found an old calendar. I started to push it aside, but something caught my eye. My wife must have had an appointment with... Continue Reading →
Late last year, my wife and I sat in front of our Christmas tree. The lights in the house and the television were turned off. There was no music. We just sat and stared at the tree. It was still a few days before Christmas. My wife had to get up early the next day... Continue Reading →
(The original version of this story ran in September 2022. I've made several updates.) I walked away with tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. I turned around to try my case before the judge and jury one more time, but my mom had enough of... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid and late November turned into December, my sleeping patterns took a turn for the worse. I would go to bed and toss and turn thinking about Christmas. The big day would still be weeks away, it didn't matter. I would dream of the joy of Christmas morning. I imagined playing... Continue Reading →
I started a habit a few years ago of listing out some of the things that I'm grateful for each Thanksgiving. Here's a few of the things on this year's list: --Family members and great friends near and far. --My wife still loves me. Let me repeat that: my wife still loves me. In this... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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